The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 216 One Against Twa

Chapter 216 One Against Two

“One Two Three

The moment that man shouted the final court, his voice dripping with threat a chill shot op Lity’s spine, every hair on her body standing on end.

She saw the sneer on his face as he lunged at her–but instead of dodging, she clenched the sharp hairpin in her hand and stabbed it at him with all her strength.

Yes, Lily had a defensive hairpin on her.

After losing her small cross–shaped knife at the Charmer, she bought several self–defense hairpins online.

These pins were double–layered.

On the surface, they looked like regular accessories.

But inside, a narrow, pointed blade could be pulled out–perfect for protection.

She’d worn that exact pin tonight for rehearsal.

And the moment she heard the door lock from the outside, she had quietly drawn the blade.

“Ahh! B*tch!”

The man had never expected her to be armed. She stabbed him again and again–shoulder, thigh, and between the legs–until he screamed in agony and collapsed, writhing on the floor.

The other man rushed at her to help.

Neither of them had brought weapons tonight–they were only here to take compromising photos.

Lily knew she couldn’t win in a pure fight.

But with one of them writhing on the ground and a weapon in her hand, she still had a chance.

“Put the knife down, b*tch!”

man approached her cautiously,

a panther, he suddenly pounced, trying

hid it behind her back and, gritting her

over, groaning in pain, she seized the opportunity and stabbed him several more times in the

“You b*tch, ahh…”

Lily kicked him

knew that part of a man’s body was the

his, she had to

1/2

One

aim there first.

won’t let

like a rabid dog, managing to wrench the hairpin out of

waste

beside her with both hands and smashed it

him out–but it staggered

of her grip and the other one starting to recover, she knew her window

stop that from happening, she had to

escape.

door was still locked from the

only hope was

of the building’s exterior

open balcony. If she was lucky and one of the windows was open, she could climb

she hurled the chair at both men, then sprinted toward the window and scrambled up

“Shit!”

what she was doing, the two men staggered after her, trying to grab

the chair had hit them both. They stumbled back and failed to

the window, held on tight, and lowered herself to the balcony on

she couldn’t relax

still recovering, but they’d think she had climbed all the way down. They’d go looking for her outside. Meanwhile, she

or if she could lead staff over to them,

years in prison

was lucky–the window on the third floor